The Abyss Within

The oppressive weight of the abyss pressed against Daniel's chest as he and Mira retreated deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the Citadel. Every footstep echoed in a silence that was far too profound, and the very air felt charged with an energy that defied understanding—a force that both beckoned and warned in equal measure. The ancient symbols carved into the cold stone walls pulsed faintly, their slow, rhythmic glows reacting to their every presence in ways that unsettled Daniel more than he cared to admit.

Mira kept pace beside him, her movements taut and vigilant. Her eyes, sharp and ever-watchful, darted constantly to the darkened passage behind them, as if expecting the abyss to materialize at any moment and drag them back into its formless depths. Daniel, too, could sense that lingering pressure—a pull at the very core of his being that whispered secrets in a voice devoid of sound.